To have wings and fly,
To leave behind that which we know,
To soar up high into the sky,
To be set free and choose where we go,
Those wings… I want them.
Forgotten faces from the past,
Forgotten troubles that held us here,
Forgotten memories never meant to last,
Forgotten pains and forgotten fear.
No longer bound by these afflictions,
We break free of our convictions.
Those distant wings we once sought are no longer dreams held in our thoughts,
Those distant wings have set us free,
It’s time too fly,
Do you trust me?